What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

"What do you mean you want it all!"

The professors were in an uproar.

While there's no first-come, first-served principle in selecting students, one should still respect teachers.

It's fine that Professor Xue Yang didn't choose first; that's just him being generous.

You let this young lad choose first, and he ended up wanting them all?

"Do you think this is a vegetable market where you buy groceries?" a professor from the School of Materials Science and Engineering questioned.

Qin Ze was also a little confused: "What? We can't have them all?"

"Can."

Ning Shuguo's single sentence effectively ended the game.

In an instant.

All eyes turned to the principal.

On what grounds?

Why should the principal protect his own?

Isn't he a genius?

He became a professor in his early twenties, so what?

But what about their actual contributions?

Xue Yang couldn't hold back any longer: "Principal, you asked us to mentor talented people, but you've given them all to Qin Ze. So, why don't you let him handle all the teaching duties from now on?"

"Old Xue, don't get worked up," Ning Shuguo explained. "I'm not favoring any particular person, it's just that Qin Ze's contribution is greater, so he should be the one to choose first."

"A great contribution?" Xue Yang sneered.

"How great can the contribution be?"

Did he secure funding for the school, or did he bring honor to it?

Ning Shuguo just smiled and didn't say anything: "Hmph."

Qin Ze's contributions to the school are known only to those with a certain level of confidentiality.

Xue Yang had doubts about Qin Ze.

Ning Shuguo had no choice, nor could he explain it to him.

It's just that Xue Yang's narrative is too superficial.

In fact, Qin Ze didn't care whether he chose first or last; he just needed people to do the work.

The principal let him choose, so he didn't stand on ceremony.

I never imagined there were so many interpersonal relationships involved.

He came here simply to submit documents to the principal.

"Principal, it doesn't matter whether I'm picky or not, as long as you let me have classes to teach."

"Don't worry, those thirteen students will be assigned to you, and you can still teach the classes!"

Turn around.

Ning Shuguo looked at the crowd behind him with a face full of resentment.

"And you're all professors over fifty, for goodness' sake!"

"Look at Xiao Qin, all he wants to do is go to class!"

"Does education have to be so selective?"

Everyone remained silent.

Qin Ze took the document out of his bag: "Principal, please sign this."

"What is this?"

Qin Ze: "I secured some assistance for my project. Here is the asset list; please sign it."

Upon hearing this...

A hint of shame flashed across Ning Shuguo's face.

Make sense.

I already feel guilty for letting Qin Ze research such a small project as meteorology.

Moreover, due to the nature of that project, the school could only provide a very limited amount of material equipment.

This forced Qin Ze to go out and make a living, and to find sponsors himself.

Ning Shuguo felt uneasy.

"Xiao Qin, the principal has been unfair to you in this regard."

Ning Shuguo spoke as he took the asset list.

"Once the special funds for several years are approved, I will definitely..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Sudden.

Ning Shuguo looked at the columns on the asset statement.

"Wait a minute!"

"Wait a minute!"

"What does it mean to have received a fixed experimental base in Shangdu Town?"

Qin Ze: "Sigh, it's just an unused base in a war zone, and it's still in pretty good condition. It was abandoned involuntarily."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Ning Shuguo is a really good guy.

He had been to Shangdu Town.

He also remembered that base in the war zone.

It was originally built to the highest standards, with both cave shelters and radar and communication infrastructure.

If this base could be allocated to the school, wouldn't that be like a windfall?

"The war zone has assigned the base to us?" Ning Shuguo pressed for an answer.

Qin Ze waved his hand: "Not really, I borrowed it."

Ning Shuguo was somewhat disappointed: "It was borrowed, huh? Fine, you've got a lot of influence."

Qin Ze saw through the principal's little scheme and said with a smile, "Borrowing is one thing, but Principal, Sun Wukong never returned the Dragon King's golden cudgel."

Ning Shuguo was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He then revealed a meaningful smile.

"Look at how others are doing!"

Ning Shuguo, holding the asset list, turned around again to look at the professors behind him.

When other people work on projects, they overcome the difficulties on their own!

"Not only did they overcome the difficulties, they also brought positive assets to the school."

"And you guys!"

"All they do is ask for money; they don't know how to contribute to the school."

"When it comes to transferring students, you guys are always the ones causing the most trouble!"

"That's going too far!"

After scolding this group of teaching backbone.

Ning Shuguo's expression changed, and he put his arm around Qin Ze: "Don't be like them. Come on, I'll take you down to see the talents in the top class."

...

……

The principal took Qin Ze's hand and led him down from the stands.

The grip was so tight that Qin Ze felt embarrassed and couldn't bear the intense gazes.

now.

The students on the playground were already lined up according to their classes, row upon row as if they were about to be inspected.

Qin Ze thought it was a special arrangement by the principal and quickly refused: "Principal, let's go from the back. It's too dangerous to go from the front."

"You're overthinking it. Nobody knows us anyway."

Qin Ze: "Huh? Aren't the students lining up waiting for you?"

"Am I the kind of vain person?" Ning Shuguo laughed. "The students are lining up to wait for their instructors."

Qin Ze: "Oh, I thought I was waiting for you to review the troops."

"How is that possible? Military training hasn't even started yet."

As they were talking.

A group of young people in green military uniforms ran into the playground while shouting "One, two, one".

Ning Shuguo proudly introduced, "I attach great importance to this National Defense Education Month this year, so the instructors are also a special consideration."

"In previous years we used the People's Armed Police, but this year, I applied to my superiors and invited cadets from the National University of Defense Engineering."

"They are all elite soldiers."

The principal was not joking about this.

For regular school military training, getting some active-duty personnel is already the best you can do.

Inviting students from the National Defense Engineering University is something most schools wouldn't even dare to dream of.

To know.

These soldiers are all highly qualified personnel who have passed the cultural examinations, and after graduation, the lowest rank they will attain is second lieutenant.

In other words, those who are currently conducting military training for students are all future military officers.

Moreover, they are students from top universities, and their cultural literacy is no worse than that of the students they mentor.

This shows the principal's good intentions in considering this matter.

"We'll see results in a little over a month."

Ning Shuguo said smugly.

"This military training will definitely be a significant event in the school's history."

As they were talking.

The two finally reached a corner of the playground.

"We've arrived. These are the thirteen students who were specially recruited this time. I've temporarily put them into a special elite class."

Qin Ze looked around.

I saw a row of thin, frail children.

There was a severe food shortage, and it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow them over.